Hudson said nonchalantly.
His intuition told him that the Elf Race was definitely up to sothing that wasn’t ant for outsiders to know.
However, he wasn’t that curious about such matters.
Even if he wanted to spy, he wouldn’t foolishly send human spies in.
Doing such a stupid thing that gives others leverage, once caught, would be a clear wrongdoing.
Now, the only ones daring to venture deep into Elf territory are those reckless slave hunter groups.
In fact, in recent years, elf slaves have beco rare on the Continent of Aslante.
Under the crackdown from the Moxi Duchy and the Three Kingdoms in the Central Continent, illegal organizations like the slave hunter groups are nearly extinct on the continent.
No matter how high a price the noble lords at the rear offer, it still can’t make up for the fear the countries at the front lines have!
Even without launching a war, the activities of the elf experts could cause them significant harm.
Provoking the Elf Race for so disreputable slave hunter groups is clearly not sothing a wise person would do.
"Marshal Hudson, these promises alone aren’t enough.
If ordinary people trespass, it’s easy to deal with. But what if your curiosity gets the better of you and you want to co see for yourself?"
Miss Derris asked scrutinizingly.
re slave hunter groups aren’t worth the Elf Race’s concern.
The warning was clearly targeted at the Human strongn.
With his heaven-defying battle achievents and the na of the Slaughterer of the Holy Domain, Hudson is undoubtedly under special attention.
"Miss Derris, do you think I’m a fool?"
Hudson retorted irritably.
It’s truly underestimating him. Though his curiosity is strong, he would never risk his life.
Others entering the Elf territory, as long as they’re not too ostentatious, might have a chance to co back alive.
With Hudson’s full hatred value, he figured the mont he appeared on Elf territory, he would imdiately draw the siege of nurous elven powerhouses.
A tiger can’t withstand a pack of wolves.
Whether he can retreat safely depends entirely on his luck.
This behavior of seeking death clearly doesn’t align with Hudson’s cautious style.
"Hmph!"
"The ssage has been delivered, let’s go!"
Seeing a group of elves leave grumbling, Hudson’s face remained impassive, but the Moxi people below were in an uproar.
The Elf Race dislikes war, and even border skirmishes are rare, making them relatively worry-free neighbors.
But this neighbor’s strength is too formidable. Even doing nothing, they still exert trendous pressure.
Every ti the Elf Race sends representatives, they entertain them well, fearing to invite trouble.
The cautious response wasn’t in vain; decades of border peace prove this strategy’s correctness.
Having gained benefits, re face doesn’t an much.
This was the first ti seeing them sent away with just a few words.
Considering Hudson’s status, after a brief shock, everyone quickly adjusted.
Almost mythical, Hudson has too many legendary tales; adding another is just natural.
As ti passed second by second, the ceremony process was completed, the event ended normally, and countless Moxi people breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily Hudson drove away the unexpected guests of the Elf Race. If these guys stirred up sothing, the newly established Moxi Kingdom would beco an international laughingstock.
Noticing the grateful eyes, Hudson didn’t pause at all, directly heading into the palace’s back garden, sitting at the stone table waiting for George the First to arrive.
This was their usual spot, almost every visit they would co and sit here.
After briefly explaining the elves’ intentions, George the First remained unusually calm. Clearly, he’d encountered similar maneuvers often and had grown sowhat indifferent.
"Thank you, Hudson!
If it weren’t for your intervention today, those elves would undoubtedly give a display of power.
As for the Elf Race’s sealing matter, it happens almost every few years.
Initially, I tried to investigate, costing quite a few n, but found nothing in the end.
It must be the Elf Race deliberating releasing a smokescreen to confuse our sight.
Moxi Kingdom’s strength is limited, incapable of standing against them head-on.
The Human Alliance is thousands of miles away, distant from these matters, leaving us to let them be.
Let’s not talk about these botherso things. It’s been decades since we last t, you haven’t changed a bit, while I am already on death’s door.
I really regret not taking your advice, wasting ti on enjoynt, and when I realized life’s brevity and ti’s value, it was all too late.
Not only I missed out, even my sons followed in my footsteps.
If this continues, without a Sanctuary powerhouse erging in the royal lineage, problems will certainly arise."
George the First couldn’t help but sigh.
From his gaze, it was clear he hoped Hudson might accept his grandson as a disciple, but ultimately couldn’t bring himself to ask.
Friendship is not sothing to be misused. If consud now, seeking help next ti would be far more difficult.
After all, his grandsons’ talents are only decent. Even with considerable cost, the probability of breaking through to the Sanctuary wouldn’t be very high.
"Why panic? Every child and grandchild has their fortune; cultivation depends on one’s efforts.
Every powerhouse’s ergence follows their unique path, almost impossible to fully replicate.
Even those sons, crossing the Sanctuary threshold is still an unknown.
Reviews
All reviews (0)